| Lyrics: | Drivin' in the walkin' rain
Let's go, let's go
Stream down my windowpane
Thru the
fields, where does all the water go?
Stirring in my sleeping bag
There I
stew
Holdin' tight the teddy bear
Dreamin' about you
Feels like
Mississippi
Billy Parker on his high tractor
Workin' the dirt all day
The sun and
the moon, they're trading places
Better never put that plow away
Yeah, momma was
stickin' to her story
Happened wars ago
But Billy walkin' funny now
'Cause he got shot
by that local so and so
Feels like Mississippi
Feels like
Mississippi
Belly on up boys to your favorite back
Then you learn how to paint
She
might never, never come back
Guitars can talk on just one string
Lord beat that drum boy,
boy, boy, boy
With a turkey leg
Goin' back to Mississippi |
